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race

that ca comfortable in one’s skin The aard, shy

girl was gone In her place was a ho had one job to do, get back

to her husbands

“That’s it,” Dante said as he pulled into the s lot

They were on the outer edges of don and parking was more

plentiful Meg stared at the warehouse It was dilapidated and hadn’t

seen better days in years The door hung haphazardly from its frame

Meg noted the staircase wassome steps

Dante opened his door and slid out “The last tners sold it at

a loss It’s had fifteen owners since it was built twenty years ago It

was a warehouse for one of the big department stores They had so

many accidents the chain closed it down I came out here yesterday

ht I would cover

so came up”